Luyện nghe bài hát Dog Food

I up the block, I go where I wanna
I look like a baller, I talk like a
for the stars, shoot up the corner
Black Bel Air bottle, bust 'em a Corona
Nigga mean with the rock, trout in the lot
Klum and my neighbors, sippin' ciroc with Barack
Blonde is the bomb, she know I'm a threat
A nigga rich as Saddam, just build a house in
It's that dog food nigga, I'm killin' the bitch
It's that Al Post talk, you kibbles and bits
talkin' fed time now, they send us in quick
You in your bed tied down, you on menacing shit
boots, black trench coat
Kept on all of my chains, cuz this cutthroat
Niggas wanna be weasels, they put in the yoke
Snatch you at Veezzle, walk through the city of dope
Got a few watches, I keep some up my sleeve
Got bitch in the Lamborghini, she barley could breathe
I don't her name, I call her passenger seat
All I is her brain, so fuck her masters degree
I ball like I'm Maly, ball I'm Wade, ball like I'm 'Bron
I like the lobster
My exception is hoes, crabs outta Joes
I can make one wish, all of my foes
Shades cost 10, my car a mil
say I'm the man, shawty-lo know it real
We keep the cash in the back, keep them guns in the
You know just where we at, so you can come you want
I fill my cut to the top, whether or not
My look like Toni Braxton, from you makin' me hot
the white in the pot, my future look bright
Did my in the dark, long as that paper look right
It's that dog food nigga, that Al Poe top
I can jump off a jet, and go straight in the wok
If it's beef, it's beef, they can't on me
My dogs dressed ninjas, [?] the rice on me
Life is a gamble, I'm so mean with the
Head crack with the left, I'm hitting with right
I'm in this bitch I'm on fire, bitch I'm on
I'm in this bitch I'm on fire, I'm on fire
It's the dog food, let my eat
No, she a dog, bitch, I let my dog
I'm in my Bens, been had it all week
I'm Bel AIr, I'm tryna drown me
So fuck the rap game, they to down me
I'm still strapped mayne, it's county
If you a fuck boy, stay the fuck from me
If you a fuck boy, stay the fuck 'round me
in my pocket, stone washed jeans
Label the Mastermind my, elaborate
say I'm a eclectic, because I gotta prefect it
Take 200 racks just the "huh" on your
It's the dog food, I let my eat
I got 50Ms, I'm talkin' straight
50Ms, I'm talkin' cheese